A Special Delivery.
Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2023 8:44 pm
Hi guys, this the second of my prologue stories featuring the Shadow Initiative. This one features a different character from Vesper, Agent Mira. A former Russian agent from the GRU, or the External Military Directorate. She as been assigned to assassinate corrupt Assistant District Attorney Victoria Drake. But she needs a way to infiltrate her office, to make an extra special delivery. No without any further ado...
Operative Mira, had been sat in her rental car opposite the offices of ADA Victoria Drake for little over an hour. Mira thumbed through Drake's dossier, looking for any clue she may have missed. She sighed, catching sight of her deep blue eyes, emphasised by her high Russian cheekbones and shoulder length red hair. If Vesper were here she would have by now killed a woman and stripped her. Disguised, the Israeli killer would have finished Drake, her secretary and half the floor of the office, and be back in the Initiative before tea. But Mira was not Vesper, and didn't leave a trail of corpses in her wake, just to get to her target. Only one disguise, one piece of collateral damage would be needed here. But from Where? Mira reviewed the file, Drake the ADA of the city of Boston, was in the pay of Boston's infamous Irish families, namely the O' Rourkes. She laundered money for them and took bribes to make charges on their lackeys disappear, it was even rumoured that they got her the job and she was his niece. This brought her to the attention of the US Department of Justice, who tried several times to indict her, but because of both her mob and political connections, wriggled out of the charges. That why the DOJ, went to the Initiative, Mira had to laugh, even lawyers needed assassins. ' That's interesting' thought Mira, it seems Uncle Fergus sends his precious niece, little gifts, using his own delivery company, O' Rourke easy movers. The drivers, were all used by Fergus to move his drugs and money throughout Boston without the police knowing. He paid them all handsomely to keep their mouths shut, and they were all loyal to him. Now a truck was due today, but seemed to be running late, suddenly a blue truck with the company name and logo, a leprechaun holding a pile of boxes with speed lines behind him. She had a good look at the driver, it was a young woman. Mira smiled, there is my way in.
As the truck moved down an alleyway, near the service entrance of Drake's office, Mira quickly started her car, and followed it. She got behind the truck, revved her engine and gave the truck a shunt, not enough to dent the truck but to force the driver. The vehicle in front stopped, and the driver hopped out angry. Mira got out of her car, her hand steady on her left wrist. On her watch, were she kept the only thing she ever trusted. As the driver stormed up to her, Mira appraised the woman. She was younger than Mira, perhaps early twenties, with a slim petite figure and small but well-formed B-cup breasts hidden beneath the standard company polo- shirt, blue with the company logo on her left breast, with uniform black jeans and white trainers. A blue baseball cap completed the look. She had her long brown chestnut hair, knotted at the back of her head looped through the rear fastener of the baseball cap. Her otherwise pretty features, a round face with stunning hazel eyes, where flushed with angry. " What the fuck, bitch? I'am on a fucking schedule and you rammed me?" Mira feigned innocence, playing on the American's ignorance " Forgive me, my foot slipped, you see American road, too bumpy. Not smooth like Russian road." The driver put her hands on her hips " Damn Fucking foreigners, you should now who I work for. Whatever, I' am going to ring him, and boy he will be pissed. You'll be sorry. Russian Bitch." As the driver turned her back, Mira draw her garrote from her watch and looped it around her throat, and pulled. The driver tried to first throw Mira off, but the ambush and Mira's superior training, this proved to be futile. She only tightened her grip and pressed a knee against the driver's back, she could feel the the girl's strength waning, her increasing desperate attempts to pull the garrote off were to no avail. Finally, Mira heard the satisfying sound of a crack, and the young driver's throat was crushed. Mira, panting from the adrenaline, whispered in the dead girl's ear " American bitch, always so fucking superior." She looped off the girl's baseball cap, putting it on her head. Withdrawing the garrote, Mira held the girl's corpse with her right and with her left opened the trucks cargo door. She tossed the body into the cargo area, got in and closed the door.
Getting to work, Mira stripped down to her underwear and started to strip the dead woman. She first unlaced the white sneakers, from her feet and took them off, revealing small white socks covering her small feet. Mira pulled them off the dead girl's feet and placed them on her own, pleased to know they were similar foot sizes. Next, Mira moved on to the girls black jeans, she unbuttoned the dead woman's jeans, working them past her hips and pulling them off the legs. Slipping them on, Mira though they were a little tight, but but they would do. This exposed, a floral bikini cut thong that protected her womanhood, Mira had reasoned, that she didn't need the underwear, but Vesper probably would have taken them. Shuddering at the thought, Mira lastly, pulled up the dead girl's polo shirt, she sat the corpse up in a seated position, pulled her arms up and pulled off the shirt. She let the corpse fall back to the floor, now wearing only a floral camisole, with matching thong panties. She took off the baseball cap, pulled on the polo shirt, which felt comfortable and loose and put the cap back on. She finally laced up the stolen trainers, and regarded the dead driver. She had looked after herself, lean petite her breast accentuated by her choice in underwear but not athletic, her beauty only marred by the bruising and shallow red line around her throat. Mira, took the package for Drake, unsealed it and emptied the contents. A bottle of Irish single malt. She got out of the truck, leaving the underwear corpse of the girl behind, she went to her rental car and retrieved an extra special package of her own. It was a small charge of C4, using her experience in demolitions she made sure this would keep the charge localised to one target, avoiding collateral damage. She tested the bombs connection to the detonator, satisfied she dropped the explosive in the parcel, resealed it, and made her way into the service entrance.
Mira entered the service entrance, reflecting that it was good that Drake arranged to have her special deliveries routed through the back entrance, In order to avoid logging them in officially. She made her way to the top floor, and entered Drake's office. There she was greeted by Drake's secretary, a pretty dark haired girl, wearing a tight frilly blouse and a knee length black skirt. " Well, good afternoon sweetie. What can do for you." She smiled suggestively. Mira smiled back flirting slightly with her eyes. " I have a package for Mrs Drake, from... Mr O'Rourke" The secretary flushed slightly, a bright shade of red. " Of course, let me just page her. Mrs Drake? A harried voice answered, " Yes what is it Cecelia? I told you I wasn't to be disturbed." "Yes, Mrs Drake but one of your Uncle's driver's is here, she as your St Patrick's gift." Drake's voiced lightened " Oh good, Uncle Fergus came through. Buzz her in. Flashing Cecelia a smile, Mira walked in. There sat Mrs Drake, she was younger then she expected. " Just put it on my desk, will you. I will open it later." Mira did as she instructed " Happy St Patrick's day, hope you have a blast." She said as walked out. Mira couldn't stop herself sometimes. As she passed the secretary, Mira turned to the beautiful secretary, " You know, Mrs Drake wanted to me to you, that she's out of paper clips. Could you run down and fetch her some more." She lied. Cecelia slammed down her pen. " That woman, she gets through more then the entire State Department. Thanks." She flashed Mira a grateful smile. Mira winked and walked out. She hoped that would at least, keep her safe from flying glass. Mira made her way out of the building. Give it a couple of minutes, took the detonator from the pocket of her stolen jeans and flicked the switch. She heard a crump of an explosion, and the sound of shattering glass, followed by screams. Satisfied she got back into her stolen truck, and drove away.
As, she entered the Boston safehouse. Still wearing her stolen uniform. She placed a video call to Mother. After a few seconds, her face appeared on the screen " Hello Mira, how did you your little trip to Boston go?" Mira took off her baseball cap and ran her fingers through her red hair. " Target eliminated. Blown up. Only one death, civilian. I kept collateral damage to a minimum, as instructed by the client." Mother nodded and smiled. "Well done, Mira. Professional as always. Come on home, time to meet your new Sister." Mira spluttered, the Initiative hadn't been recruiting in years. " Wait, did you say sister."
Operative Mira, had been sat in her rental car opposite the offices of ADA Victoria Drake for little over an hour. Mira thumbed through Drake's dossier, looking for any clue she may have missed. She sighed, catching sight of her deep blue eyes, emphasised by her high Russian cheekbones and shoulder length red hair. If Vesper were here she would have by now killed a woman and stripped her. Disguised, the Israeli killer would have finished Drake, her secretary and half the floor of the office, and be back in the Initiative before tea. But Mira was not Vesper, and didn't leave a trail of corpses in her wake, just to get to her target. Only one disguise, one piece of collateral damage would be needed here. But from Where? Mira reviewed the file, Drake the ADA of the city of Boston, was in the pay of Boston's infamous Irish families, namely the O' Rourkes. She laundered money for them and took bribes to make charges on their lackeys disappear, it was even rumoured that they got her the job and she was his niece. This brought her to the attention of the US Department of Justice, who tried several times to indict her, but because of both her mob and political connections, wriggled out of the charges. That why the DOJ, went to the Initiative, Mira had to laugh, even lawyers needed assassins. ' That's interesting' thought Mira, it seems Uncle Fergus sends his precious niece, little gifts, using his own delivery company, O' Rourke easy movers. The drivers, were all used by Fergus to move his drugs and money throughout Boston without the police knowing. He paid them all handsomely to keep their mouths shut, and they were all loyal to him. Now a truck was due today, but seemed to be running late, suddenly a blue truck with the company name and logo, a leprechaun holding a pile of boxes with speed lines behind him. She had a good look at the driver, it was a young woman. Mira smiled, there is my way in.
As the truck moved down an alleyway, near the service entrance of Drake's office, Mira quickly started her car, and followed it. She got behind the truck, revved her engine and gave the truck a shunt, not enough to dent the truck but to force the driver. The vehicle in front stopped, and the driver hopped out angry. Mira got out of her car, her hand steady on her left wrist. On her watch, were she kept the only thing she ever trusted. As the driver stormed up to her, Mira appraised the woman. She was younger than Mira, perhaps early twenties, with a slim petite figure and small but well-formed B-cup breasts hidden beneath the standard company polo- shirt, blue with the company logo on her left breast, with uniform black jeans and white trainers. A blue baseball cap completed the look. She had her long brown chestnut hair, knotted at the back of her head looped through the rear fastener of the baseball cap. Her otherwise pretty features, a round face with stunning hazel eyes, where flushed with angry. " What the fuck, bitch? I'am on a fucking schedule and you rammed me?" Mira feigned innocence, playing on the American's ignorance " Forgive me, my foot slipped, you see American road, too bumpy. Not smooth like Russian road." The driver put her hands on her hips " Damn Fucking foreigners, you should now who I work for. Whatever, I' am going to ring him, and boy he will be pissed. You'll be sorry. Russian Bitch." As the driver turned her back, Mira draw her garrote from her watch and looped it around her throat, and pulled. The driver tried to first throw Mira off, but the ambush and Mira's superior training, this proved to be futile. She only tightened her grip and pressed a knee against the driver's back, she could feel the the girl's strength waning, her increasing desperate attempts to pull the garrote off were to no avail. Finally, Mira heard the satisfying sound of a crack, and the young driver's throat was crushed. Mira, panting from the adrenaline, whispered in the dead girl's ear " American bitch, always so fucking superior." She looped off the girl's baseball cap, putting it on her head. Withdrawing the garrote, Mira held the girl's corpse with her right and with her left opened the trucks cargo door. She tossed the body into the cargo area, got in and closed the door.
Getting to work, Mira stripped down to her underwear and started to strip the dead woman. She first unlaced the white sneakers, from her feet and took them off, revealing small white socks covering her small feet. Mira pulled them off the dead girl's feet and placed them on her own, pleased to know they were similar foot sizes. Next, Mira moved on to the girls black jeans, she unbuttoned the dead woman's jeans, working them past her hips and pulling them off the legs. Slipping them on, Mira though they were a little tight, but but they would do. This exposed, a floral bikini cut thong that protected her womanhood, Mira had reasoned, that she didn't need the underwear, but Vesper probably would have taken them. Shuddering at the thought, Mira lastly, pulled up the dead girl's polo shirt, she sat the corpse up in a seated position, pulled her arms up and pulled off the shirt. She let the corpse fall back to the floor, now wearing only a floral camisole, with matching thong panties. She took off the baseball cap, pulled on the polo shirt, which felt comfortable and loose and put the cap back on. She finally laced up the stolen trainers, and regarded the dead driver. She had looked after herself, lean petite her breast accentuated by her choice in underwear but not athletic, her beauty only marred by the bruising and shallow red line around her throat. Mira, took the package for Drake, unsealed it and emptied the contents. A bottle of Irish single malt. She got out of the truck, leaving the underwear corpse of the girl behind, she went to her rental car and retrieved an extra special package of her own. It was a small charge of C4, using her experience in demolitions she made sure this would keep the charge localised to one target, avoiding collateral damage. She tested the bombs connection to the detonator, satisfied she dropped the explosive in the parcel, resealed it, and made her way into the service entrance.
Mira entered the service entrance, reflecting that it was good that Drake arranged to have her special deliveries routed through the back entrance, In order to avoid logging them in officially. She made her way to the top floor, and entered Drake's office. There she was greeted by Drake's secretary, a pretty dark haired girl, wearing a tight frilly blouse and a knee length black skirt. " Well, good afternoon sweetie. What can do for you." She smiled suggestively. Mira smiled back flirting slightly with her eyes. " I have a package for Mrs Drake, from... Mr O'Rourke" The secretary flushed slightly, a bright shade of red. " Of course, let me just page her. Mrs Drake? A harried voice answered, " Yes what is it Cecelia? I told you I wasn't to be disturbed." "Yes, Mrs Drake but one of your Uncle's driver's is here, she as your St Patrick's gift." Drake's voiced lightened " Oh good, Uncle Fergus came through. Buzz her in. Flashing Cecelia a smile, Mira walked in. There sat Mrs Drake, she was younger then she expected. " Just put it on my desk, will you. I will open it later." Mira did as she instructed " Happy St Patrick's day, hope you have a blast." She said as walked out. Mira couldn't stop herself sometimes. As she passed the secretary, Mira turned to the beautiful secretary, " You know, Mrs Drake wanted to me to you, that she's out of paper clips. Could you run down and fetch her some more." She lied. Cecelia slammed down her pen. " That woman, she gets through more then the entire State Department. Thanks." She flashed Mira a grateful smile. Mira winked and walked out. She hoped that would at least, keep her safe from flying glass. Mira made her way out of the building. Give it a couple of minutes, took the detonator from the pocket of her stolen jeans and flicked the switch. She heard a crump of an explosion, and the sound of shattering glass, followed by screams. Satisfied she got back into her stolen truck, and drove away.
As, she entered the Boston safehouse. Still wearing her stolen uniform. She placed a video call to Mother. After a few seconds, her face appeared on the screen " Hello Mira, how did you your little trip to Boston go?" Mira took off her baseball cap and ran her fingers through her red hair. " Target eliminated. Blown up. Only one death, civilian. I kept collateral damage to a minimum, as instructed by the client." Mother nodded and smiled. "Well done, Mira. Professional as always. Come on home, time to meet your new Sister." Mira spluttered, the Initiative hadn't been recruiting in years. " Wait, did you say sister."
